I ran to my room with tears streaming down my face. I heard my mOm typing on the computer. I noticed tears streaming down her face. My worst fear had come true. One of my best friends had just died! She was hit by a drunk driver. I fell to my knee's in my room like a rag doll. I sobbed "No, No. This is a dream" I repeated several times. Then I crawled up to my desk. I opened the bottom drawer. A knife gleamed playfully. I slowly brought it out.
 Tatti-desu · Wed Sep 10, 2008 @ 09:29pm · 0 Comments |
